LOVE CULT

I was thinking that I might fly today. Just to disprove all the things that you say. It doesn’t take a battalion to be mean. Your words can crush things that are unseen. So please be careful with me, I’m sensitive. And I’d like to stay that way. You always tell me that it’s impossible to be respected, and be a girl. Why’s it gotta be so complicated. Why you gotta tell me if I’m hated. So please be careful with me, I’m sensitive and I’d like to stay that way. I was thinking, that it might do some good. If we robbed the cynics and took all their food. That way what they believe will have taken place. And we can give it everybody who have some faith. So please be careful with me, I’m sensitive. And I’d like to stay that way. I have this theory, that if we told we’re bad. Then that’s the only idea we’ll ever have. But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty, someday we will become what we see ’cause anyone can start a conflict. It’s harder yet to disregard it. I’d rather see the world from another angle. We are everyday angels. Be careful with me ’cause I’d like to stay that way…

you can tell from the scars on my arms, and cracks in my hips, and the dents in my car, and the blisters on my lips that i’m not the carefullest of girls. you can tell from the glass on the floor, and the strings that’re breaking, and i keep on breaking more and it looks like i am shaking but it’s just the temperature and then again if it were any colder i could disengage, if i were any older i could act my age but i dont think that youd believe me. it’s not the way i’m meant to be. it’s just the way the operation made me.

and you can tell from the state of my room that they let me out too soon and the pills that i ate came a couple years too late and ive got some issues to work through. there i go again pretending to be you. make-believing that i have a soul beneath the surface, trying to convince you
it was accidentally on purpose.

i am not so serious. this passion is a plagiarism. i might join your century but only on a rare occasion. i was taken out before the labor pains set in and now behold the world’s worst accident. i am the girl anachronism!

and you can tell by the red in my eyes and the bruises on my thighs and the knots in my hair and the bathtub full of flies that i’m not right now at all there i go again pretending that i’ll fall don’t call the doctors cause they’ve seen it all before they’ll say just let her crash and burn she’ll learn the attention just encourages her.

and you can tell from the full-body cast that i’m sorry that i asked
though you did everything you could (like any decent person would) but i might be catching so don’t touch you’ll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff don’t get me wet because the bandages will all come off.

and you can tell from the smoke at the stake that the current state is critical well it is the little things, for instance: in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses: please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her…

i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest i was too precarious removed as a caesarian behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

Saw him just standing there…sticking out of the crowd like a sore thumb..could have been just a dream but it wasn’t. I dont think he noticed me passed by…but who would?!…with me trying desperately to camouflage with the wall. And just when I thought I was scot free…I heard him call my name. Could have wished for the floor to swallow me whole…but it didnt. So I faced him with a big smile on my face…trying my best to give my best impression of being at ease…and failing miserably. Not that it mattered…not that anything mattered…